Novelas y relatos de Homunculi

CHAPTER 112 Camryn's POV The abandoned districts smelled like rust, rot, and the particular stench of anomalies that had been left to fester too long. I crouched behind a collapsed wall, watching a Class D Hollow Child drift through the ruins of what used to be a residential building. The anomaly was small, maybe four feet tall, with translucent skin that showed the vague outline of bones underneath. It moved in jerky, unnatural motions, like a puppet with half its strings cut.

None of it registered. My pulse kicked up a notch when I noticed Jocelyn’s name was blue, as opposed to the black type. It was a link—a modern day portal giving me access to the all the answers to my questions. All I needed to do was touch it. Apprehensively, my finger hovered over her name. Before I could activate the link, I recalled something Deloris said.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

The Anunnaki discovered that gold, in its white powder form, has positive healing effects on their decaying DNA. They even put it in their atmosphere. Ultimately though, they discovered its severe long-term side effects in creating further distortion in DNA and your consciousness. Note that today they have discovered this white powder and are convinced of its regenerative power. Neanderthal man had a genome made up of Anunnaki genes and ape genes, as well as a few other minor species. The ET Guardians had a benevolent DNA rehab hybridization research program, and some of the fallen ETs who had defected to their side were calling for this bioregenesis program. The Guardians decided to use the

Rori rolled his eyes as he drilled a hole towards a homunculus’ chest with just his mere hand and claws. Tori giggled as she unleashed her ember. With just a snap of her fingers the opponent in front of her engulfed in flames. But.. it did not dissipate, unlike what happened to our opponents. She tilted her head, wondering, “But they were already smoldered!” The moment she said that, the burned body of the homunculus collapsed into the ground. Its charcoal body seemed like it mocked all of us since its head faced in our direction. Without its eyes and while its jaws were wide open.

He doesn't know how it will happen but he could perceive the end. Lucifer and Lilith turned their backs at them and like they walked into nothingness, they vanished from sight infinitesimally. Cain was well aware Clancy knew what he was doing, he couldn't take his eyes off what he just created, an abomination he has been avoiding. Every creatures in the hidden world created or born from separate genetic variations are referred to as abominations but Clancy is the total amount of the title. He's the main abomination that created the title itself.

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

“Aria, you should be good, okay?” These kids are sell as slaves through illegal bargains. A sad reality for the Utopian people who were thrown out and abandoned. “Is this the place?” A Dybbuk has appeared in front of the ruins. Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs.

Lucifer Uriel looked at Poseidon like he was a magical unicorn cat with fluffy red hair. Which, I guess my uncle was some sort of weird species, considering the man hardly talked and would hide away in the basement of his palace. The room was littered with creatures big and small, creatures that shouldn’t even exist like the half spider beast with a torso similar to a muscular human and a face that had some features that looked human. Then again, looking at it, I couldn’t tell if it could speak or be anything worth intelligible as it stood on his four hind legs as it ate the meat of another animal. Its four arms gripped it tightly while munching on the shredded meat.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”